Our friend Chuck Nitorreda died this morning. He was a lovely human being. We will never forget him.
We read and watch a lot of epics, and they all go on about how glorious it is for a warrior to die in battle. Well it’s the 21st century and the likelihood of a glorious warrior’s death in battle is almost nil. The nature of combat has changed.
The wars we wage today are smaller and quieter, but they are no less vicious and punishing. The struggle to be true to yourself, to uphold the things you believe in, to do right even (and especially) when it’s inconvenient and no one will praise you for it. To reject mediocrity and mindless conformity. To look after the people you love without being blind to their faults. To accept yourself and enjoy your own company. To do your work to the best of your ability, even if it doesn’t make you rich and no one will hear about it. These battles are internal and not very cinematic; the rest of the world doesn’t have to hear about them.
These are the battles we fight today, and Chuck has won them.